As the last days of school approached, I got very nostalgic. And when the last day of school finally arrived, I felt sad and nostalgic. And as the day went on, and I thought about the past year, I felt as if everything was bittersweet.
I dont remember how last year's last day of school was, I dont remember feeling this sad and emotional about my kids leaving me. I didnt cry, but I sure did feel an emptiness. You would think I would have felt it more last year. After all that was my first class ever.
But something about this year and the kids of this year was different. And maybe I'll feel this way every year, or every other year. Or maybe never again.
I just know that this was a difficult year in so many ways. And I think part of the struggle of this year, left me clinging on to the students who distracted me from it all.
And as much as I whine and complain about my kids in so many different ways, shape, and form--- this job, this profession, this career and especially these children, are sometimes my secret haven away from the (sometimes harsh) realities of life.